Date: Wed, 08 Sep 2004 23:49:52 +0000
From: kitty h
Subject: training-the prof-11
TRAINING THE PROF
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Part 11
The end of week 10 and most of the students had disappeared for the
Easter vacation before returning to take their exams. As was common
many finalists remained to prepare for their final examinations, amongst
them Maria and Heather. The absence of Robin, returned to the bosom
of his family, left Maria with a problem. Who was to do the house-
work in Robin's absence? The answer of course was obvious, but the
question was, would he? Maria decided to play it by ear and apply a bit
of feminine guile, for she felt if she demanded his constant attendance
he might rebel, for the wimp was by no means yet fully trained. So it
was that she emailed him simply ordering him to attend that Saturday
evening at six.
He arrived, gratifyingly on time. At least the wimp has learnt that lesson
thought Maria to herself as she opened the door to him.
`Come in' she ordered and led him into the centre of the dinette
where the party had been. `Heather's in the Library and the other girls
have gone home for the vac so there is no reason why this should not
be down is there.' And she reached down and unzipped his fly.
`How long is it since you wore underpants?'
`Eight weeks, Miss.'
`Well for the vac I think I shall have you in undies. You have
those nice panties we bought at the store and then there are the other
ones Mrs Bowen selected on my behalf. So in future you will wear
panties, is that clear, wimp?'
`Yes Miss.'
She slipped her hand inside his fly and squeezed his burgeoning
member whilst she detailed the tidying-up and washing-up she required.
`And when you have completed your tasks, come to my room
where I have a little surprise for you' she concluded. `Oh, and do make
a good job of it as I am sure you wouldn't want me to have to discipline
you in front of Heather.'
It took him over an hour to wash up the dishes from the previous night
as well as the day's dirty crocks. How far he was expected to clean he
did not know, so rather than anger her he not only tidied and dusted but
also got out the hoover.
Maria listened to the noise of the hoover with satisfaction. The wimp
was beginning to learn. A silence fell. She sensed rather than heard him
return the hoover to the cupboard. A moment later there was a tap at
her door. She removed her hand from inside her knickers before
bidding him enter.
`Have you done your task, wimp?'
`Yes Miss.'
`Good. Well I have a little present for you.'
He looked at her with surprise. `Miss?'
She made him come closer and with assured fingers undid his trousers
and pulled them down below his knees. His cock was there rampant,
standing out in her honour. She smiled to herself as she took the fleshy
rod in her hand.
`Do you remember me saying that from then on if you wished to
wank off you had to ask my permission first?'
`Yes Miss.'
`How is it then that I have yet to receive such a request from
you?'
He hung his head in shame as he admitted that he had forgotten.
`I thought so. So you have been wanking off have you?'
`Yes Miss. I am sorry.'
`How often?'
`Every two or three days, Miss.'
`Tut. That was very naughty of you wasn't it?'
`Yes Miss.'
`So you accept then that you should be punished' and she
squeezed his cock at the head hard.
`Yes Miss.'
`Just as well wimp. You need to be reminded of your place.
You are just a pathetic little cock-sucking wimp. And more importantly
you are mine!'
`Yes Miss. I am sorry, I really am.'
`Don't worry about that, big boy, you will be sorry, very sorry.
But first you can show me how you toss yourself off.'
`Here?'
`Yes. Get on with it.'
She released him and sat back to watch her tutor rubbing his cock at her
command. When he started to show signs of over excitement she
ordered him to continue to completion, but making it clear to him that he
should catch his cum in his hand. It was all too much for poor Julian.
With a heave he came copiously into his left hand, leaving a glutinous
mess in his palm.
`That is better' said Maria, feeling his flaccid member. `Now first
just lick up your cum.' And she watched the man eating his own
ejaculate like some naughty teen lad.
Now for the surprise. She pulled him close to her before reaching into
her ubiquitous bag.
`Can you see what this is?' she asked, holding out Robin's
chastity belt.
`Yes Miss' gulped Julian.
`Well, obviously I couldn't send Robin home all caged could I,
so it is sort of free for the moment which means' she went on as she
began to fit the ribbed cage to his genitalia `that I can secure you.
With practiced fingers she shoved his cock and balls in to the cage and
began to do up the waist strap. The two chains attached to the bottom
of the cage and rising at an angle to the belt either side of his bum-hole
straightened. A further notch on the belt and the cage fitted perfectly.
All that was needed was the padlock to go through the metal tag at the
centre of the belt. Before he realised what was happening let alone
protest, Julian was padlocked into the chastity belt.
`Please Miss. Please.' he begged.
`What? Since you have been masturbating like a kid without a
thought for your Mistress's instructions, I have no alternative do I but to
contain your disgusting habits. You have only yourself to blame.'
She ordered him to get dressed. And as the terrified man bent to
recover his trousers she gave his bum a few playful slaps which instantly
stiffened his cock which pressed painfully against the constraints.
When he was decent again she explained to him that the only way he
could piss in the belt was to sit. And then she dismissed him, telling
him that if he called at six tomorrow she might deign to remove the
encumbrance - after he had done the daily chores.
Maria had secured her house-maid for the vacation and ensured he
would return on a daily basis. How simple it was to control a mere male.
A distraught Julian left her flat to walk to his own place; he felt like a
cowboy. He found himself walking with legs wide apart to
accommodate the cage now padlocked round his genitals. How the
fuck had this happened? Here he was, locked in, just like that wimp
Robin. But then he was like him! Just a sub-male-slave to the all
powerful Maria.
Very soon Julian was reduced to a gibbering wreck. For a start he
discovered that when he pissed he had to strip right off below the waist
and sit on the pan if he was not to spray his piss all over everywhere.
And for some strange reason, he was constantly getting semi-hard only
to be frustrated by the cage containing his cock. His morning hard-on
was particularly painful. It was no wonder he looked forward with keen
anticipation to his release at six.
He knocked but it was not Maria but Heather that opened the door.
`Oh' he gulped, `is Maria around?'
`I am afraid not. She hasn't got back yet. Do you want to come
in and wait?'
He waited, sitting at the table, watching Heather prepare the tea. He
tried to make polite conversation whilst all the while waiting expectantly
for Maria's return.
Maria burst in, flinging her books onto the table.
`What are you doing?' she demanded.
`Waiting for you.'
`What are you sitting on your arse for? There is work to do.
You don't need me here to get on with the cleaning, surely?' Heather
giggled.
`No. Sorry.'
As he got up to fetch the cleaning things from the little cupboard at the
end of the passage way, he could see Heather smirking at him. It was
so fucking humiliating having to do the housework with her around to
mock.
Forty minutes later he was nearing the end of his tasks. The women had
sat down at table for their evening meal. Maria called him over.
`Whilst you are waiting to do the dishes, you can pop into my
bedroom and rescue the two pairs of dirty panties on the floor. They
need washing as I want a pair for tomorrow. Use the sink in the
bathroom; there is some Dreft in there. And for God sake stop blushing
like a schoolgirl; Heather has known you are my panty-maid for weeks
now.'
Heather nodded as though in acknowledgement.
`Yes, Miss. Sorry.' And he fled to her bedroom.
It was only in the bedroom that he realised he had called her Miss.
Heather had noticed that too and looked at her flat-mate with renewed
respect. `You really have got him well trained, darling.'
`Not as much as I intend to' replied Maria grimly!
The meal was over and Julian was left to do the dishes. At last his tasks
were over and he approached Maria's door, eager to be unlocked from
his cock-cage. He knocked and entered.
`May I be unlocked now, Miss?'
`Oh dear. I had quite forgotten.' (Of course she had
remembered well enough and was already prepared for the request.)
She reached into her bag for her key, but after a long search she
emerged empty handed.
`I seem to have left the key with my things in the library locker.'
Julian was desperate. The thought of another 24 hours locked up made
him sweat with fear. He begged, but, as Maria explained, as though to a
small child, there was no way she could get in now except by calling out
the Security. And they would want to know why. Did he want them to
know?
Of course he didn't. So Julian was dismissed with instructions to return
the same time the following day.
He experienced another painful day of constraint before once more
rushing to her flat for release. This time she was on her own. She led
him straight to her bedroom and made him strip to his panties.
`How do you feel now, wimp?
`Terrible, Miss. My balls hurt, my cock hurts, and I am terrified
you wont release me.'
`That is the first honest thing you have ever said to me, pansy'
and she smiled at him for the first time ever.
`So do you now accept that you are inferior to me?'
`Yes Miss, I do.'
`But why are you inferior to me?'
`Because you control me, Miss.'
`That is so. But why else?
`I don't know Miss. I cant think.'
`You really are stupid aren't you. Get over the end of my bed
whilst I fetch the Stinger to your bum.'
He sprawled face down over the end of her sweet smelling bed,
quivering in anticipation of the punishment to come.
She beat him slowly and carefully, pausing between each stroke to allow
it to take full effect. And between each stroke she intoned the mantra
"Women rule; mere males obey"
`Do you now accept that women are the superior sex, wimp?'
`Yes Miss' he blubbed.
`So why are you inferior to me, you cock-sucking faggot?'
`Because women are superior Miss, and I am only an inferior
male.'
`Correct. So you are inferior to Miss Heather?'
`Yes, Miss. I am inferior to Miss Heather.'
`And to Miss Samantha?'
`Yes Miss.'
`To help you remember this simple fact, you will write a 1,000
word essay in your homework book, on why women are superior to
men, and you will bring your homework round for my perusal tomorrow
evening. If your work is satisfactory I will release you; if not, not. Is
that clear enough for you?'
`Yes Miss.'
He rose, pulled up his trousers, and left her presence, still caged.